The Girl In The Dirty Shirt

Chapter 92

We got a room at the first hotel we came across. We were showered, only after destroying the bathroom trying some fancy shower manoeuvre Liam saw in a porno once which we determined wasn't actually possible (as I predicted it wouldn't be; unless I became a fucking contortionist) we had some fresh bruises for our efforts though.
Now we were lying in bed wrapped in blankets; Liam was drawing patterns on my arm with his fingers as I laid on his chest watching the shadows on the ceiling and listening to his heartbeat.

"Liam?" I asked quietly watching one shadow chase another.

He hummed questioningly; I could tell he was falling asleep.

"Do you ever wonder about stuff?"

"All the time" he muttered

I creased my forehead "No, I mean like how the world is this gigantic...thing and you're just one little speck on it?"

There was a long pause.

"Are you drunk?"

I frowned "No"

"Y'sure?"

"I was just thinking about all the girls you met before you even knew me; you could have had any one of them and even after we met, but you settled for some loser you met on a bridge in the middle of the night"

"I didn't settle for nothin'" he whispered hugging me against him.

"I just think of all the girls that could have been and it....makes me feel...small...like I'm insignificant or something"

The room was quiet for a minute and I sighed. "The world makes me feel small"

"Y'ain't small, you're very significant and you're the one I want" he said sleepily.

"Promise?"

He just hummed, his hand sliding half an inch up my shoulder before it stopped; it amazed me how fast men could fall asleep.

I tried hard to fall asleep myself, but I just couldn't do it. I watched the ceiling and listened to Liam snoring softly; tried counting sheep, tried counting to a hundred and just couldn't get my mind to shut off.

**

The next morning I woke up with the sun streaming in the room with the breeze blowing in through the open window.
I pulled the blankets around me and sighed.

"Liam?"

I wrapped myself in a sheet and got up to check the bathroom; it was empty.

"Where did he go?" I muttered

I opened the balcony door and went outside and sat in one of the wicker chairs.
The sun was warm on my skin as I watched the people walk down on the street.

I jumped when an arm wrapped around my shoulders and kissed my cheek.

"Morning beau'iful"

I turned my head with a smile and kissed him back.
He dropped something in my lap and handed me a cup of coffee.

"What's this?" I asked picking up the small book in my lap and turning it over;
it was a pastel orange notebook with an airbrushed picture of a bridge on the front.

He pulled me to my feet before sliding in behind me and pulling me back down into his lap.

"It's a journal" he smiled "I saw it in a shop an' thought of you"

"I don't journal" I smiled

"T'write in"

"Write what?"